The Poet's Tango

Come near To hear the beating of a violent heart In melodies with which she hates to part She roams In groves adorned with Birds of Paradise Who leave these scars upon her naked skin Cut by beauty's knife The lines of a poem Ladadada A poem She holds The smoking embers of horizon's bloom In callused hands that speak of toil and truth Be still As she begins to weave the wildest rose In tapestries with maddening ease She whispers as she sews The lines of a poem Ladadada A poem The ground I till and flesh I kill To eat my fill but I am never full From hollows creep the vines of sleep To give or keep but never to own Cause the poet Has no name They give their words like seeds upon the wind As the poem Finds its way To ears that hear the secrets held within The hands of time spell reason's rhyme Upon the skin of all who've ever lived I've learned quite well Those wrinkles tell A story that the tongue would never give Cause the poem Has no place It comes and goes wherever it may please And the poem Has no face It shows to those that take the time to see Ooh Marianne close your eyes Who are you without disguise? Feel her head upon your thighs Free to love Free from sight Marianne, a fateful mind Will you give until you die Poetry, thick like wine In your blood In your mind In your blood In your mind In your blood In your mind In your blood In your mind In your blood In your mind